For I am come at last to the castle dark
A tumbled ruin that over high hill holds sway
As ever, about its blackened towers stark
Hangs the deathful stillness of decay
Ah! Here come the skeletons in cold array
To greet their master, who’s been long away— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 5, 2018
So you sneer, bold knight, as you swing your sword to cleave
Yet know that I fear you not
For I know you’ve not got
Shattering spells like these I cast on your helm and your gorget and greave— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 8, 2018
I tread wild places where none before me have trod
And the bones of dragons poke up through the sod— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 10, 2018
He came for us right through our deep-goring spears
Impaled, he swung steel and of our lives made free
Beyond death, now armored in your fears
I am your doom, said he— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 8, 2018